Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife
chapter-1822

Zhou Shuang alighted from the caravan carrying bags of varying sizes. The scent of the fresh field mustards engulfed them.

She subconsciously closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She then opened her eyes and took in the scenery before her, and she felt much more refreshed.

“Hurry up. Put the clothes in Ai Ruili’s car. Work with her makeup artist and stylist.”

Director Zhuang commanded before she could even properly admire the scenic views and fresh air.

Zhou Shuang hurriedly nodded. “Okay, got it.”

She carried two large bags of clothes and accessories. They weighed a ton and both her shoulders were on the brink of collapsing.

Zhou Shuang walked over to the caravan opposite theirs. There was a rather small-built man in the car, but he looked rather intelligent. He was pointing around and assigning roles to a girl who looked around 20.

A woman in a dark green shirt was sitting in front of the dressing table. She was back-facing the door and Zhou Shuang could only see half of her face through the reflection in the mirror. She was flanked by a man and a woman, one helping her with her makeup and the other styling her hair.

Without a doubt, she must be Ai Ruili.

The moment she stepped in, Zhou Shuang could tell that the atmosphere was very tense.

“Who are you? Who let you in?” the man, who was assigning roles to everyone in the car, asked menacingly.

Taking in his bossy attitude, Zhou Shuang recalled how celebrities in a drama series had managers.

Could he be Ai Ruili’s manager?

Zhou Shuang sized him up before smiling. She replied, “Hello, I’m from Xuxurusheng work studio. I’m in charge of the props.”

The man frowned and pointed at her. “You guys are lacking in time management. Over the phone, you guys agreed to arrive early to make the necessary preparations. Ai Ruili is almost done with her makeup.”

Zhou Shuang bowed apologetically. “We sincerely apologize.”

She didn’t bother to explain why they were late. There was no point.

Seeing that she had a good attitude, he decided not to make things difficult for her. “Quickly take the clothes out so that Ai Ruili can try them on. Don’t you know that her time is precious?”

Tsk, tsk, tsk. All of them were acting as though everyone else’s time was dog shit.

Zhou Shuang carried the bags toward Ai Ruili.

Through the reflection in the mirror, Zhou Shuang was mesmerized by the woman.

“Are you new?”

Zhou Shuang was sizing her up when the beauty suddenly asked her a question.

She was looking at her through the mirror as well—her gaze cold.

Zhou Shuang kept away her scrutinizing gaze and smiled. “Yes. I’m in charge of your outfits and props for this shoot.”

She wasn’t in the least frightened or pressured by her.

She was a normal person who couldn’t help but be intrigued whether a celebrity looked better on the television or in real life.

Ai Ruili frowned. “I remember that Xiaowang was given this role. She was the one who took my measurements, and she was with me when I tried the clothes on.”